Sturdy30
Alright, talk your shit
Ayo, it's your fuckin' boy
Sturdy motherfuckin' Mr. 30
You fuckin' the streets up (ha-ha, yeah)
Fuckin' niggas' bitches
Fuckin' niggas' wives (ha-ha-ha)
Yo, listen man, we ain't fuckin' around, man
We takin' this shit, man, to a whole 'nother fuckin' level, man
We fuckin' comin' with the same fuckin' energy, man
All you lame ass niggas and lame ass bitches
Better tune the fuck in tonight (haha, haha, no cap)
We fuckin' takin' over the world
Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow)
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow)
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid shit I did as a kid
Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
Bando, I'm two for two from the three
Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed
Nigga got me booked talkin' to the dees
Movin' P's and Q's on my Q's and P's
How you gon' rap with a nigga like me?
How you gon' cap to a nigga like me?
Bitch, I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves
We really in the jungle, niggas throwin' up B's
Late night in the summer, we was throwin' by the three (rah)
Niggas know where I be
Niggas always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (what?)
Where you at? We could meet
You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox)
Luva got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots
You know we makin' shit hot
Take a drum on a drill like we changin' hip-hop
Bail out gang if he play with big knots
Brody get slimey like he a big snot
Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (get money)
They tried to tell a nigga change his flow (what?)
But nigga, I made this shit (I made this shit) like
Boy, I get paid for this shit (facts)
Boy, I got fame for this shit, uh
Spittin' that dangerous shit (like)
'Cause we really out flamin' and shit (blaow)
Tell them niggas, "Don't play in this bitch" (at all)
Hundred shots, no aimin' and shit, uh (grah)
We made a name for this shit (rah, rah-rah)
I put the gang in this shit
You know what we claimin' and shit
And I got the chain on my wrist
I got your bitch in the whip
Just off the brain, she a ten
She moan my name when I'm in
They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh shit"
Nah, I'm where the breesh is
Boy, think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses (blaow)
Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces
Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus
Put that on my nieces, mm (what?)
(Legs real, gave my niggas creases)
Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow)
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow)
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid shit I did as a kid
Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
'Cause that boy speed
On my Q's and P's, like
Ayo, it's your fuckin' boy
Sturdy motherfuckin' Mr. 30
You fuckin' the streets up (ha-ha, yeah)
Fuckin' niggas' bitches
Fuckin' niggas' wives (ha-ha-ha)
Yo, listen man, we ain't fuckin' around, man
We takin' this shit, man, to a whole 'nother fuckin' level, man
We fuckin' comin' with the same fuckin' energy, man
All you lame ass niggas and lame ass bitches
Better tune the fuck in tonight (haha, haha, no cap)
We fuckin' takin' over the world
Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow)
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow)
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid shit I did as a kid
Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
Bando, I'm two for two from the three
Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed
Nigga got me booked talkin' to the dees
Movin' P's and Q's on my Q's and P's
How you gon' rap with a nigga like me?
How you gon' cap to a nigga like me?
Bitch, I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves
We really in the jungle, niggas throwin' up B's
Late night in the summer, we was throwin' by the three (rah)
Niggas know where I be
Niggas always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (what?)
Where you at? We could meet
You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox)
Luva got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots
You know we makin' shit hot
Take a drum on a drill like we changin' hip-hop
Bail out gang if he play with big knots
Brody get slimey like he a big snot
Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (get money)
They tried to tell a nigga change his flow (what?)
But nigga, I made this shit (I made this shit) like
Boy, I get paid for this shit (facts)
Boy, I got fame for this shit, uh
Spittin' that dangerous shit (like)
'Cause we really out flamin' and shit (blaow)
Tell them niggas, "Don't play in this bitch" (at all)
Hundred shots, no aimin' and shit, uh (grah)
We made a name for this shit (rah, rah-rah)
I put the gang in this shit
You know what we claimin' and shit
And I got the chain on my wrist
I got your bitch in the whip
Just off the brain, she a ten
She moan my name when I'm in
They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh shit"
Nah, I'm where the breesh is
Boy, think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses (blaow)
Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces
Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus
Put that on my nieces, mm (what?)
(Legs real, gave my niggas creases)
Look, off the wake-up, gotta kiss my bitch (facts)
Then I take a piss
'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick (blaow)
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit (ba-blaow)
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid shit I did as a kid
Takin' niggas' phones, robbin' niggas' kicks
The ones who survived know I don't miss
'Cause that boy speed
On my Q's and P's, like
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Writer(s): Majesty Moses, Luis Eduardo Figueroa Estrada Figueroa Estrada
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